In Remembrance ....

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.

Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam

I'm sure we all know the lines, "They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old....", but, in honour of Remembrance Sunday here in the United Kingdom, I thought I would post the poem in its entirety. 

The poem is entitled "For The Fallen" by Laurence Binyon and was written to honour the fallen of the First World War. 

Both my grandad and hubby's grandad were killed in that War, so it is always relevant to us at this time of the year.